they regard the two story pacemaker mobile home.
nick walks sheeni to the gate. she turns around to face him.
nick reaches the door and gently knocks. but it's sheeni's ogre of a father who answers the door and stares at nick sternly.
nick comes up the dusty road toting his backpack. on the porch of the saunders' home, a handsome but somewhat unkempt paul saunders, mid-twenties, blows cool jazz on a beat-up trumpet.
the agents lead nick to the caravan of law enforcement parked in the road.